Monday, November 17, 2008

Through The Rubble

young man
you've been sitting against this wall
caressing the cracks with your thoughts
forming a bond with the tough concrete
because you say
nothing else is solid.
you looked at me
and said that
you were living the days through
tracing the slab
with a tongue birthed from
towards the clockwork and social impositions
that make fighting self-destruction
so hard.
young man
the mold outgrown from your back
has kept you
from pulling yourself up
because we both know that
nothing is solid.